Cars go rushing by my window as I drive through town. Things will never be the same.

I guess the shock is beginning to sink in. When I laugh-at anything-I start crying. When I hear your name, I want to runaway. When I think of your kiss, I want to scream. Sean, why did you have to do this? What did I do that was so wrong?

And when I saw you with her, something inside me began to ache.

Sometimes I just want to apologize for what you thought was my messing up. I want to call you up during the middle of the night, and tell you how wrong I was. But then I shake my head and roll over, because in the end, I knew what I did was right.

Nobody says it out loud, but its there. Im not good enough. Not for their standards.

So I was driving down the road, thinking about how screwed up my life really was, when all of the sudden I realized there were only two yellow painted lines keeping me from colliding with oncoming traffic.

I just don't understand. I used to know everything about you. What your favorite color was, down to your very first word. And now? Look whats happened. I don't even know who you are anymore.

"I'm afraid I don't know how to love anymore," she said, a tear rolling down her face. He took her chin in his hands, and smiled.
"Then let me teach you."

I dont love you like I did yesterday. And I have to admit, Im pretty happy about it.

Obstacles are put in your way to see if what you want is really worth fighting for.